Time’s whirlwinds

Time’s whirlwinds

At time’s whirlwinds
Things happens
At least three times

During my life
I’ve been at least at three
Time’s whirlwinds:

In a sunny dead end street
Learning all about footballs
Wheels, Bi & Tricycles

Being stroked out
Surrounded by friends
In a burning sunset game

And on a lent cradle
Drowned on the body
Of my youth’s love

So please boy
Don’t tell me more
About the line of time

Please tell me all
About Déjà vu
And the time’s spin

VABM March 8, 2010

Human animal’s tracks

Human animal’s tracks

I’m following the trembling
Human animal’s tracks
That looks like chains of stars
Inside the cold night

But they´re just
Chaotic strings
Of electric lights
On its planet’s outside

I’m following the stinking path
Of the human animal
But it’s just sulfuric gas
And carbon monoxide

I’m eating human animal’s heart
But I rather prefer herbivores
Plankton eaters and plants
Instead of two legged cannibals

I’m mapping human animal steps
But I’m afraid they can’t glide or fly
I would have laughed
If I had enough time

VABM March 6, 2010

Merely time

Merely time

Is accountable
For my life
Before horizons

VABM March 3, 2010

For you

For you

Unborn yet

Who will try in vain
In a third class school
To memorize
The formula that tells all
About echoes and waves

And how light propagates
Across horizons
And time & space

Are these five raised up

Because I’m afraid of
The horrible future beehives
And I’ve always thought
That our reality is light delimited

And that there must be
A lot of living things
Sensible to a wider range
Of temptations

So please friend
Have a lot in my name
Below a swallows crowded
Normal yellow sunset

Today I had a lot
Of beer & rum
With the people
Who’s in charge

None of us
Have to think
About feathers
In a fried chicken plate

They taught me that
Writers and the people
Who shovels chicken shit
Needs to drink a lot

And I’ve agreed with them

VABM March 2, 2010

Real color dreams

Real color dreams

I’m inside the foggy sunset
Of a big city’s
Nearby town

Witnessing a perfect
Mountain’s colors degradé
Across horizon

I’m alive
Or at least
This dream’s colors
Are real

VABM March 2, 2010

Bloody Moon

Bloody Moon

Rusty moon
¿Is this blood
Bad omen
Or good luck?

Burnished bronze
That unbiased
Sees world
From above

Why are you today
Sharing the color
With the bricks’ clay
With the ancient sword

You know
We’re all innocent
Beasts after all
Who don’t know

The difference
Between arms and tools
Between machines
And indolent people

Please red moon
Bring us soft rains
With the fresh breeze
That eases love

VABM February 28, 2010

Lights

Lights

I’m wondering about you
And our life
Separated by few mountains

Those that according
Mother Zhon’s watercolors
Just fade 15 % of its light
On each row
Across horizons

I’m wondering about our love
Because the moon is glowing
Her yellow glow
Above us

You know?
She studied light
Under horizons
Or more exactly:
How palm trees reverberate
Inside a mirage

A lot of time before
You and me
Have come to live at
The fading tones
Of reality

And asked herself
How far have gone
The original light
Of the ice & fire explosion
Of creation

And how many giga seconds
Human shadows
Still will transit
The living soil

VABM February 28, 2010

Tools

Tools

Being honest

I can find beauty in nuts and bolts

Can appreciate a good design

And enjoy the power

On the turbines of fighters

I also have heard the song

Of the flexible stainless steel

On pipelines, swords,
bridges and deadly springs

And I’ll be ever amazed by planes

And silicon chips

That can do mathematics

That’s because I know

There is no sin in the tool

Neither machine

And also have the delight

For a good battle

Preferable if it’s balanced

And of course

Have been bitten by curiosity

A lot of times

For example

I enjoy a lot my camera

It will be always to me

A miracle

To freeze, reproduce, retouch and transmit

Reality

Because that is exactly

What I’m trying to do

At this very instant

VABM Tuesday, February 23, 2010

The God of Joy

The God of Joy

I’m walking
Overrun by normality
By your tomb’s side

Roses in excess
Kiss you goodbye
Away from OUR world

May the God of joy
Be merciful
With my soul

Now I’m walking alone
For the first time
THE world

VABM Sunday, February 14, 2010

Sugar cane field

Sugar cane field

During day
Human beings
Do the same hard work
Wasps, ants and bees do

To obtain
The sweetest things
This world can produce
On its humble soil

But by night
I enjoy the privilege
Of to walk alone
On the sugar cane field

Witnessing the crime
The feral cats commit
Every night
With the sacred birds

And with the divine snake
Routinely
With a hunger argued
Impunity

This kind of crop
Is a very special one
No roots, fruits, seeds and leafs
Are sold

Just the trunk
Of the plant
Is squeezed out
By machines

And they ooze
The sweetest sap
This planet’s crust
Can produce

And when the rest of the plant
Is eliminated by fire
The rain that falls
Is made of ash

It occurs to me
That somewhere
There must be a moral
A conclusion

So I use to walk alone
Searching for it
Under the stars
On the sugarcane field

Usually drinking rum
That, as everybody knows,
Is made of the sweetest crops
Humans can grow

VABM Saturday, February 13, 2010

Under another orange sun

Under another orange sun

All of what I know
Still is as useful
As a bridge
Over a dry creek

You know?
Cargo still must pass
Over the void

Here I am:
Me without you

I’m so sorry
Walking below
Another orange sun

VABM Sunday, February 07, 2010

Life & Time

Life & Time

Life
Time

VABM 2/7/2010

http://victor-bueno.ning.com/profiles/blogs/vida-y-tiempo

Life & Time

Life & Time

Life
Time

VABM 2/6/2010

God's dice

God's dice

Life isn’t concerned about
What you like or dislike
Or what makes you sad or glad

Life has to do with phosphate bases
And sustainability
And statistics

VABM Saturday, February 06, 2010

A big Y

A big Y

Loneliness
May be boredom
Have pushed me again
Against my mountain’s wall

Today I’ve seen
God drawing
A perfect Y of fire
While a wildfire was burning
The mountain at my front

I’ve been playing games of imagination
About who can read the whole text
And about the God’s poems

The same God who wastes bird’s nests
And the lives of iguanas and snakes

In my way home
I’ve found an already wounded
Strayed highway dog
But he was scared
Of my love call
And preferred to cross

It was not the first time
I’ve seen death
But I’m afraid
I’ll never go comfortable
Suffering a loss

I’m running short of smoke
So my last butt
Will go to the dry bush
Praying God
Another wildfire will ignite
From my humble actions

VABM Monday, February 01, 2010

On a draft of Master Zhon March 4, 1999

What the soil is

What the soil is

Volcanos and wildfires ash

Crushed rock
By the ocean worn

Dry and wet dust

Corpses and remains of
Keratin and bone

Rivers’ stone sawdust

Wood and waste
Fermented inside worms

Meteorite debris
Eroded by the wind

And above all
Dear reader:

The root of the brotherhood
Between us

The begin and end
Of the two of both

VABM January 31, 2010

About Time and Life

About Time and Life

If it moves
And it is warm
If it eats and reproduces:
! It is alive!

But what is life
Because even rivers and stars die
Like loved ones
Like flowers and butterflies

Some people say life is eternal
Other that it is recyclable
Always sprouting
Inexorable

The problem is this:

The time well is so profound
And time
-The excess of it-
Kills everything

But you have nothing to worry about
Because universe is expanding
Nobody knows inside of what
But that’s an undeniable fact

VABM January 29, 2010

Versión en Castellano

Under the moon

Under the moon

Witnessing the last lights
Of my dying star
Above the ocean

That tomorrow at early dawn
Will be born again
Over the very edge
Of the eastern mountain range

I’m thinking of you again

But you’re just a small fraction
Of a giga parsec
From me now
Back in the time

Here I am
Indolently floating the surface
Of the river of reality
Leisurely following
The flow of time

I don’t know where you are

I’m under the moon
As usual

VABM January 21, 2010

Reality eggs

Reality eggs

It is possible
You now
May know
That mother Zhon
Had a problem with eggs

Fixation
Says the experts

So I hope you enjoy
What follows:

Inside the egg of creation

Below the highway
Deficient yellow bulbs ¿lights?

Above the next insect’s generation

You’ll never know
What eggs

THE reality have laid
At your home today

VABM 16-Jan-10

My human mission

My human mission

Today I’ve learnt:

I’m not the only one
Holding back the planet

Anchoring a kite
Flying through
A golden sundown

And that my human mission
Is quite simple:

Just create and sustain
The next one
Who pompously admits

To support the next
Love commandments

While inventing
The next drug
Or perversion

VABM January 12, 2010

Under Sirius, again

Under Sirius, again

Another time
I am the one

Behind a golden sun down
Asking myself

Inside a wildfire
¿What the heck

Have to do reality
With bird’s nests

And iguanas’
Lives?

VABM January 11, 2010

The sorrow stone

The sorrow stone

Today I’ve urinated over
The sorrow stone

Because my time now
Silently rounds

Inside a faked diamonds
Decorated watch

While I’m thinking about this
I’m walking by the side

Of a mountain
Decorated with a tree

That fakes yellow flowers
With leaves

And another one
That fakes

Yellow fruits
With flowers

VABM January 6, 2010

Traducción al castellano


Traduzione italiana di Andrea Montoli

The new commandments

The new commandments

The new commandments

Exactly fifteen years ago
Mother Zhon wrote:

I’m sending this to you
Behind the world’s end
Across the orange wall
Of today’s sunset:

The first of the next twelve
Commandments of the law of God, is:

Never go against love

The second one is:

I don’t know

VABM January 5, 2010

Traduzione italiana di Andrea Montoli

Burnt Earth

Burnt Earth

Inside another red yolk
Of the egg of creation

Over today’s
West sky’s end

I’ve witnessed
Reality

¿God?
Burning life

I’m the one
Who hardly affords

The luxurious
Kerosene light

That you see
Lighted above

The mountain nerves
Those are ashes now

But I’m sorry
Because I’m immersed now

In the Homo sapiens
Reproduction tasks

So have no much time
For poems and all of that

VABM Saturday, January 02, 2010

Traduzione italiana di Andrea Montoli